It's all one flower.

The colour of fatigue is darker than the relief and joy of surviving the night.

The morning light shooting through the stained glass coloured the backs and shoulders of the sleeping people who squatted (quail) without bedding on the chapel floor.

Kufshenka cleared her ears, but she can't hear anything else but sleep and freckles.

Those who sit on the floor and sleep, also on the seats of wooden benches, will surely have sore feet and hips.

On the preaching stage, Lazolnik was half-hearted and at best had a tablet terminal. I get up when I notice Kufshenka. Shown by hand gesture, he returned to the hallway where he had slept until earlier.

The sofa in the reception room and the bed in the priest's lounge are blocked by the babies and their mothers. The assembly room was filled with women with infants. I don't have a bed, but for the blanket to go, it's probably better than the chapel.

In the rest room of the monk, there was a child born late last night and a maternity woman. Nishi and Kufushenka are taking turns, taking care of a woman who has just finished giving birth.

Now both mother and child are asleep and quiet.

A blonde young man gently opened the office door.

The priest is standing asleep, slamming against his desk.

Razornik closed the door with his back hand. The office is filled with polytanks and garbage bags.

Yesterday, this wizard young man washed a ton of diapers with the art of [manicured water]. In just a few hours he's rested, there are two more bags.

The priest raised his face at the sign of man. Covered by an inebriated mustache, the colour of fatigue is dark.

"Good morning. Can I help you?

"Morning. Not particularly at the moment, but there's something I'd like to say."

Like the priest, says Lazolnik, who is exhausted. The faces of the two Autonomous Communities were clouded.

"Oh, no, it's not a bad hanashi. Yesterday, I gave the spell doctor a spare device to contact the outside world."

"To whom is it addressed externally?

"Congressman Laqueus' companion. Neither do I, but I'm an activist who strives for peace without the use of force. I asked for relief supplies, so maybe the curse doctor will come back."

The priest opens his congested eyes.

"Did you even do that? It's hard and painful not to be able to thank you for anything... what should we do about the cost of supplies, etc?

"Never mind the neighborhood. It's ridiculous that the same Nemoralists kill each other."

Kufshenka also thanked me, but I couldn't help but voice my concerns.

"In the amount that the curse doctor can hold on his own, won't that be a rejection?

"The things I asked for were: breastfeeding and nursing meals for retorts, powdered milk, breastfeeding bottles, diapers, sturdy bread and dried fruits and cans, plus blankets. [Infinite Bag] I'll have it in a magic bag, so it's okay for one person."

Lazolnik counts fingerfolds. The name of the bag also sounded very familiar to Kufushenka.

When Kufshenka is convinced to nod, Razolnik nods back and continues his explanation.

"So, we were both suspended from fighting on the boulder at night, but for a moment, we might be back on track soon. I want you to stop so I don't go to my house, school, factory or anything."

"Of course (of course). Oh, those who have already woken up?

Razornik hand-stopped the priest from getting up in a hurry.

"One more before that! In the unlikely event that the curse doctor (Seiko) bowled with the PLA on Mountain Road, he also asked me to stop him. So."

"... so?

For some reason, the two voices overlap in Razornik.

The blonde replied with hesitation.

"I hope you don't tell anyone else...... erm, with an array. The curse doctor is a relative of General Unuk Elhaia."

Kufshenka almost stopped breathing.

"It's pretty much someone else's level of remoteness though. But when the curse doctor was handing out relief supplies here, I realized that if the PLA came back, I wouldn't know how to react. I'm a good person... remotely but within the general's body, so I thought they might take care of me, for example, if someone in the Autonomous Community asks me to convince them, I might panic."

Razolnik spoke quickly within explaining, and Kufshenka couldn't keep up with his understanding from the middle of nowhere.

The priest rubs his eyebrows and closes his eyes, thinking for a few seconds and looking at Razornik.

"So that curse doctor at the Civil Hospital is a distant relative of the goddess and has a lot of influence over the people of the lake...?

"It roughly fits, but how's the influence? Because I used to be a military doctor, you might know someone who was a knight there in the days of the old kingdom, but the young average man doesn't know anything about that guy. You may be deceived by the name of the Nenian family and defeated as a disgrace."

The wizard of the land people laughed niggly with a mouthful of uncertainty as to whether he was serious or joking.

Kufshenka found it easier not only for the people of the Autonomous Communities, but also for the Nemus Liberation Army, not to know who that spelldoctor was.

"But what if the PLA knew a curse doctor?

Kufushenka is starting to feel better going this way to Kublum Street to receive relief supplies. But if you find a star mark (a servant) or a PLA along the way, they may kill you and take it away from you, swallowing it without saying a word that hung up your throat.

Razornik put his arms together with a play-hung trick and wrinkled between his eyebrows.

"Um, depending on the circumstances then, I guess I'll have to try my best to get him to mislead me. Could the priest and the manager think of something, too?

Yesterday, the Nemus Liberation Army - or at least the deputy secretary of this operation - who visited the church was apparently a long-lived race and looked like a former knight. How can I delude him if he revisits as the spelldoctor distributes supplies?

When an acquaintance of the curse doctor, who is not that deputy, bowls together, the worry springs up later.

... the only thing that will save you is your willingness to listen to this story.

"So, if the curse doctor comes, I'll go out for a bit. Later, Yorosik."

"Yeah, that's already... Ning, what can I thank you for doing this in this situation?"

As the priest feared, Razornik shook one hand flickering and laughed.

"As I said yesterday, strategically, it's a bad idea to put this place in the PLA... is this the only church?

"No, western parish...... also in the estate district"

Asked as I remember, the priest clouds his eyebrows. Kufshenka added an explanation to the wizard youth without land exploration.

"I didn't go through yesterday, but I'm next door to Listver University north. It's a long way from the police station and rural districts."

"I'll believe the priest over there put in a good PLA."

Razornik magically washed a ton of diapers all at once and left the office.